Second Chance Summer: Menage Romance Novel (Midnight Cove Menage Book 1) (11 page)

Devin tightened his grip on her thighs and picked up speed. “Fuck, you feel so good. I can’t hold on much longer.”

Summer grinned. “Hurry, Blake.”

He kissed her shoulder and slipped his finger free and the loss had her mewling. But as soon as she whimpered, Blake stepped up, grabbing her under the thighs, supporting her weight along with the stool.

His cock pressed at her forbidden entrance and as Devin rocked her against him, Blake thrust.
Oh!
His bulbous head eased past the tight ring and discomfort turned to bliss. Deeper and deeper he worked her.

Rocking her body in time with Devin. Up and down, up and down. At last, he’d buried himself inside her.
Sweet Jesus
. It was so much more than her faded memories. So much better. Their cocks danced with each other inside her body—so close without touching.

How had she gone four years without this? Without them? Summer leaned back onto Blake as her men fell into sync. Devin pulling out, Blake pumping deep. Both of them holding her open and supporting her weight as they rocked her up and down.

The little red boat in her painting? It was Summer. Riding the ocean as heaven opened up and showed her bliss in the middle of a storm. An orgasm rushed in, overwhelming her body, turning her moans into cries. Her shivers into spasms.

Devin groaned and let go, coming with her in a torrent inside her. Blake followed and all three trembled and shook. Blissed out and satisfied in the middle of the kitchen. After a moment, Blake stepped back as Devin pulled away.

Her jellied legs hung off the stool and Summer held onto Devin’s arms to keep from falling. As the last bursts of pleasure faded into a glow inside her, she laughed. “I thought you promised me a bed?”

Devin ducked his head. “I did. Guess we got a little carried away.”

Blake stroked her bare skin and smiled into her shoulder. “We could always have round two. Between the sheets.”

Summer turned to him and kissed his lips. “I like the sound of that.”

“
W
hat has gotten into you
?” Mandy fastened an earring and looked up at Summer in the mirror. “You’re bouncing around like you have springs on your feet. And you can’t quit humming.”

Summer smiled. “I’m happy.”

“Because of Blake and Devin.”

Summer nodded. “Hm-mmm. And my art. Oh, Mandy, it was awesome!” She clapped her hands like a schoolgirl. “I painted this landscape with a tiny little boat in the middle and it’s part storm and part sunshine and it all comes together in the Cove and it’s—”

“Whoa. Slow down.” Mandy turned around. “All I’ve heard about for months is how you can’t paint a thing. Are you telling me you’re back?”

“I guess. Yes, I think I am! God, it’s been ages since I’ve even wanted to paint. And now—” She spun around and laughed out loud. “Now I can’t wait. I have so many ideas. My head is full to bursting with them all.”

Mandy put on the other earring and stood up. “So does this mean you’re rethinking going back home?”

Summer paused and her bridesmaid’s dress swished around her ankles. “I don’t know. Yes? I’ll have to go back for a while, of course. I’ve got the exhibit next week. And all my stuff. And I’ll have to find a place here to stay.”

“What about your mom’s place?”

“Oh, right.” Summer rolled her eyes. “Like my mom would ever let me stay with her. She bought a one-bedroom for a reason, remember? She might like the ocean view, but she knew if she made it inviting in any way, I’d be back here. Besides, most of the year it’s a vacation rental.”

“You think she’ll be mad?”

“Furious. But it’s okay. I’ll figure it out.” How could she think about her mom when she was filled with hope and ideas and the future?

Mandy walked over to her. She took Summer’s hand in hers and gave her a squeeze. “I don’t mean to be a downer about all this, but—don’t rush into anything, okay?”

Summer frowned. “I wouldn’t call four years rushing.”

“You know what I mean. If it doesn’t work out, or something happens—”

“Why wouldn’t it work out? I love them, Mandy. I’m pretty sure they love me, too.”

Her best friend smiled. “Just…take it slow. For me.”

Summer pulled her hands away. “I don’t remember you taking it slow with Richard. You moved in with him after what, a month?”

“That’s different. I’ve known him my whole life. He was at my house every day growing up. Playing basketball with Ian. Goofing off in the backyard. It’d been years.”

“I’ve known Blake and Devin for years, too.”

“They weren’t your brother’s closest friend.”

“No. But they used to be mine.”

“Four years is a long time, Sum. It changes people.”

She frowned and walked over to the window. Peeking around the gauze curtain, she watched wedding guests piling out of cars and walking toward the chapel. Mandy would be married soon. Why did she care if Summer rushed into anything?

It didn’t make any sense. First Mandy was hiding the fact that they were in her wedding and basically throwing them all together. Now she was cautioning Summer against moving too fast. She shook her head. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you were trying to get me to break it off with them.”

“Summer—”

She spun around. “Are you? Is that what this is all about? Do you think getting back together’s a bad idea?”

“No. You know that’s not true. I was the one pushing you to go out with them in the first place. I just don’t want to see anyone get hurt again. Last time—” Mandy bit her lip.

“What?”

“When you left a lot of people suffered.”

Summer crossed her arms. “You mean Blake and Devin.”

Mandy shrugged. “Me too. I missed you. I don’t want to get my best friend back in town to only lose her all over again.”

Oh!
Summer rushed forward and wrapped Mandy in a gigantic hug. In the whirlwind of the last few days, she’d almost forgotten about how much stress Mandy was under.

The rehearsal, all the guests, the wedding. She didn’t need her best friend running in and talking crazy the morning of her big day. Summer pulled back and gave Mandy an apologetic smile.

“I’m sorry, Mandy. I know last time I just up and disappeared. But I promise, even if it all goes to hell, I won’t give up on us.”

“You mean it?”

“Mm-hmm. Besides, New York is only a plane ride away, right?”

Mandy pulled out of Summer’s arms and nodded. “Right.”

Summer needed to put away all of her worries. Focus on the beautiful bride and the ceremony. “Okay. Enough about me. You’re about to get married!” Summer reached for Mandy’s bouquet. “You have emergency tissues?”

Mandy pointed at her bust line. “You bet.”

“Veil is set?”

Mandy touched the clip holding it in place. “Yep. Just need to flip it over before I walk out.”

Summer smiled. Her best friend had it all together. “Then we should go. I’m sure your mom is freaking out because you’re not in the waiting area already.”

Mandy checked the clock and jumped in alarm. “Oh, crap! I told her five minutes! We are so late.”

She threw open the door and Summer rushed after her. She picked up the bride-to-be’s train and inhaled.
Showtime
. It might not be her wedding and she might not know what the future held, but Summer knew one thing. She couldn’t wait to slip her arms in Blake and Devin’s and walk down the aisle.

“This is it, boys. In an hour, I’ll be a married man.” Richard adjusted his bow tie and turned around. “Any last minute advice?”

Devin smoothed down his mop of dark hair. “Don’t fuck it up?”

“Funny. Really funny. No, I’m serious. This is—big.”

Blake clapped Richard on the back. “Hey, don’t stress out. Mandy’s the best thing that ever happened to you.”

“I know, I know.” Richard shook out his arms and smoothed his lapels. “Ceremonies just scare the crap out of me. All those recitals as a kid, I guess. I still have flashbacks to forgetting the second half of Greensleeves.”

Devin cringed. “Don’t remind me. I’ve still got marks from the ruler Ms. Fishburn used when I made a mistake.”

“Thank God she’s retired. No kid of mine is learning the piano from her.” Richard walked over to the mirror and took one last look.

Blake joined him and straightened his own tie. “Remember—we’ll be up there with you. If you start to get cold feet, we’ll pin you down until you say I do. I bet Ian will even lend a hand.”

The groom let out a laugh and his tense shoulders eased. “Thanks. I think. Meet you out there?”

“Yep. Be there in five.”

Richard walked out the door and Devin scrubbed his face with his hand.

“What is it?”

“Are all grooms like that?”

“No.”

“Good. Because if marriage does that to every guy, I’m sure as hell never going through with it.”

Blake snorted.

“What’s so funny?”

“I bet the right woman would change your mind.”

“You mean Summer?”

Blake nodded. “Wouldn’t you go through all this to be with her?”

Devin glanced at his reflection in the mirror. “You think she’d even want that? With two men?” He tugged on his lapels and turned to the side.

“If she did, I’d be game. You?”

“I suppose.” Devin buttoned his tux jacket as Blake fixed his cuffs.

He thought about a wedding with Summer. Her in a white dress walking down the aisle. Both Blake and Devin standing at the altar. Maybe they’d do it right there at the Inn. Richard would let them.

Blake took one last look at the pair of them—two potential grooms in all their finery. It wasn’t conventional to say the least. But he couldn’t imagine life without Summer. There was only one nagging worry he couldn’t shake.

He looked up at Devin. “We need to tell her, Dev.”

“No.”

“You know how she reacted over Ivy. This would be a million times worse.” If they were even going to think about a future, all the cards had to be on the table. Even the ones Devin would rather keep hidden. “We shouldn’t wait.”

“Not today. Let’s just hold off until after the wedding. She’s got to go back to New York and deal with the exhibit. Her mom. When the time is right—then we can talk.”

Blake ground his teeth together. They weren’t lying exactly, but his gut told him it was a mistake. Keeping secrets about the past. Not telling her everything from the start. She needed to know—from them personally—about their mistakes. “It’s a horrible idea.”

“It’s the only idea. Come on, we don’t want to be late.”

With a frown, Blake followed Devin out of the dressing room. The beginning notes of a harp filtered down the hall and Blake picked up the pace. Were they late?
Shit
. Mandy would kill them.

He made it to the open door a step ahead of Devin and froze.
Oh, wow.
Summer stood in the vestibule.

Hair piled up in curls on top of her head. Silk dress in the colors of the ocean draped just right. It hugged her breasts and skimmed her hips and floated into a diaphanous finish at her feet. Her toes poked out from the bottom and Blake wanted to fall to the floor and kiss each one.

They didn’t deserve her.

Devin nudged him forward and they both stumbled into her line of sight. She smiled and her eyes sparkled like Midnight Cove in full sun.

“It’s about time you two showed up.”

Blake nodded. “Sorry. We kind of lost track of time.” He stepped up to her and kissed her cheek. “You look beautiful.”

“Thanks.” Summer switched her bouquet to the other hand and Devin leaned in for a hug. “Blake’s right. That dress is stunning.”

Her cheeks colored and she smiled. “Ready? I think they’re waiting for us.”

Devin stepped to the side and held out his right arm. Summer slipped hers through and turned to Blake.

God
. Seeing her like that. Arm-in-arm with Devin at a wedding. All dressed up. Flowers in her hand. He wanted it to be their future. Not just Mandy and Richard’s. He swallowed and held out his arm and she slipped her other through.

They’d walk down the aisle, listen to the ceremony, and then the night was theirs. Blake was damn sure by the end of it, Summer’d know just how much he loved her. He glanced up at Devin. How much they both did.

One foot in front of the other.
You can do this
. Summer gripped Blake and Devin’s arms tight and plastered on a smile. Five minutes ago she was excited. Ready to walk down the aisle and show off her two men. But now? With all those people turned around and staring? Wedding nerves had arrived in full force.

What if she fell? Caused a scene? The thought of ruining Mandy’s day had her sweating despite the air conditioning and maximum-strength deodorant, double application.

Blake leaned close as they turned onto the carpeted aisle. “Relax.”

“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one about to faint.”

He smiled. “Just don’t lock your knees. Remember to breathe.”

She nodded.
Breathe, right
. They all three walked arm-in-arm until they reached the front. Blake and Devin let her go and she took her place.
I can do this.
She smoothed the front of her dress and looked up at Richard. He stood wooden and stiff. The man needed a good scotch.

Damn
. Guess she wasn’t the only nervous one. She gave him a thumbs up sign behind her bouquet and as Richard stifled a laugh, the wedding processional music kicked in.
Here we go
.

Summer exhaled and turned toward the entrance.
Oh
. Her mouth fell open and she rushed to clamp it shut. Mandy stood at the start of the aisle, cream silk billowing around her, veil dotted with crystals in front of her face. Blond curls pinned to the nape of her neck. Beautiful. Bridal.

A rush of emotions swelled in Summer and she fought for composure. Her heart could have burst with happiness for Mandy. And as her best friend started forward, want hit Summer square in the chest.

The desire to take Mandy’s place and make that walk to her future beat in time to the music inside her. She never knew until that moment how much belonging to someone mattered.

Summer swallowed and glanced to her left. Blake was watching her. Their gazes locked and for an instant, Summer forgot it wasn’t her wedding. All she could see was a man she loved and his tux jacket and boutonnière and Devin right behind looking the same.

Could they have this? Her and Blake and Devin? As Mandy stepped up to the front, Blake winked and Devin flashed her a smile.

As she tried to smile back, a bouquet of flowers broke her line of sight.
Oh! Right!
She grabbed Mandy’s bouquet and her best friend sniffed back tears as she turned to Richard.

He smiled at his bride-to-be and the love Summer saw on his face had her digging out a hidden tissue. Richard lifted the veil and draped it behind Mandy’s head. So happy. So in love. Summer glanced out at the crowd. Mandy’s mom. Her brother Ian and that nasty woman, Ivy. Summer’s mom.

As she recognized more and more people in the crowd, her hope and want turned to dread. She’d forgotten what a wedding meant.

How could she ever think she could have this? A wedding to two men? With family and friends as witnesses? It’d never happen. As if she were voicing her own disapproval, her mother sat in the front row, a perpetual scowl on her face.

Summer bit her lip. Maybe she didn’t need her. Maybe coming back to Midnight Cove, falling back into Blake and Devin’s arms—maybe it was all a sign. Telling her to break whatever hold her mother had on her. Be her own person. Live her own life.

She smiled at her mom and turned toward the minister. He was knee-deep in a sermon about love and honesty. Virtue and hard work. She could do those things. Be that person.

“Marriage is more than unconditional love. Marriage is about honesty. Self-sacrifice. It is only when you sacrifice your own selfishness that you will be happy.” The minister reached out and took Mandy and Richard’s hands. “Seek to lift your spouse up. To make each other happy. For it is in the happiness of your spouse that you will find true happiness.”

Summer glanced up at Blake. He was focused on Mandy and Richard’s hands—staring as the minister kept talking. Was he thinking it, too? Did he want this, too? Summer tried to keep her attention on the bride and groom as they exchanged vows, but she couldn’t.